The velvet chaise lounge groaned softly as Gal Ritchie shifted, her lingerie rustling. A nervous energy thrummed through her as Jax Slayher approached, his shadow falling long across her body. Her perfect body was on full display, the high heels adding inches of confidence she wasn't sure she possessed.
“Ready?” Jax’s voice was a low rumble, a promise of the pleasure to come. She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. He knelt, his gaze locking with hers. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her ear. Pussy licking started slow, tantalizing strokes.
He shifted, and that's when she saw the full glory of his huge cock. It throbbed with anticipation, a monument to raw desire. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. He positioned himself in front of her, guiding her hands to his shaft. “Take it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
She opened wide, the head of his big cock pressing against her lips. The first inch was easy, but then it was a test of endurance. Deepthroat was an understatement – he filled her completely, forcing her to gag as he pushed further. She focused on the feeling, the heat, the sheer size of him. The tattoo on his arm seemed to writhe with every thrust.
He pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to breathe. “You’re a fucking star, Gal,” he said, his eyes blazing. Then, he plunged again, deeper this time. She felt a pressure building, a release on the horizon. It started as a trickle, then a flood – squirting with unrestrained pleasure. Her wet pussy tightened around him, driving him wild.
The pace intensified, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. He groaned, his body shaking with the force of his climax. And then, it happened. A surge of hot, thick cum exploded into her mouth, coating her tongue. She swallowed, every last drop, the taste of his seed a potent reminder of their shared ecstasy. Afterwards, they laid spent in each other’s arms, the air thick with the scent of sex.